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“Going to marry hisdaughter?” West snorted and looked over at East. “You’re right—now that the shock has worn off, this is going to be fun.”

I rolled my eyes at the two of them, but their shit-talking was making this much easier than having to tell a group of stuffed shirts that I was sleeping with my fake girlfriend’s dad.

“Yes. He had no idea that I was gay and that Serena and I were, well, just friends. He was shocked, to say the least.”

“Something he clearly got over,” Kelly said under his breath, as he came around the bar and handed Donovan a drink.

“Not at first.” I looked to East, who clued in real fast.

“Ah, the shots.”

“Right.”

Travis snorted. “So what’d you do that night? ’Cause you sure as shit didn’t come home.”

No, I hadn’t. But I wasn’t quite sure how to say that I?—

“Did you get drunk and go and seduce Zaddy Archer?”

Zaddy Archer?That was a new one.

“Is that what we’re calling him?” East asked.

“No,” I said.

“What about Daddy?”

I glared at West, but before I could say anything, Travis jumped in.

“He nixed that one too.”

“How about by hisname?” Gavin suggested, and everyone in the room groaned as he shot them all the finger.

“You gonna tell them or should I?” Travis grinned, and I knew one way or another the nickname we’d given him would come out.

“Filth Carrington.”

West’s eyes narrowed. “Filth? As in, he’s filthy in bed? Because that… Actually, that’s fucking hot.”

That hadn’t been the initial reason Travis and I thought of it, but after last night, it definitely fit.

“No, moron.” Travis laughed. “F-I-L-T-H as in Father I’d Like to Hit. Archer ‘Filth’ Carrington.”

“Oooh, I like it. Good way to keep it on the down-low, too.”

“Yeah, uh, about that.” I bit down into my lip, thinking about how complicated this all was and how it could really mess with Archer’s life—not to mention my own. “No one can know. Like, not a soul.”

“Does Serena know?” Donovan’s question was so quiet that I almost missed it, as everyone in the room fell silent waiting for my response.

“Yes, and we’re good. I told her as soon as things?—”

“Got messy?”

I looked over to see East’s arched brow. “I thought I was too polite to be messy.”

“Hmm, yes, but the more time I’ve had to think about it, I’ve realized?—”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear this.

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